Traveling to another world and becoming a local owner

"When the wild boar was about to charge at me, I didn't panic at all, because I knew that even if I died, as long as Brother Ling was okay, he would take care of my parents until the end of their lives. So I widened my eyes, clenched my fists, and waited for the wild boar to charge at me, and then I fought it to the death."

"Tsk, you? I'm afraid you're about to pee your pants!"

"Exactly. It's more like you're talking about Rokuro."

"Yeah, Daniel, let's get down to business and stop bragging..."

When the women heard this, they all laughed and cursed.

When Daniu heard this, his face almost turned black, but he still told the next thing honestly.

"You mean, the young master used the crossbow we made to shoot and kill that wild boar weighing two or three hundred kilograms in one shot?" After hearing this, Cao Shuan immediately rushed into the kitchen and asked excitedly.

"Look, do you see the meat in our bowl? This is the wild boar that Brother Ling killed." Da Niu picked up the big bowl on the stove and showed the pieces of meat inside.

"Oh, that's great! The young master is such a genius! How did he come up with such an amazing thing?" Upon seeing this, Cao Shuan realized that Da Niu was definitely not talking nonsense, and he was immediately overjoyed.

"Yes, Shuanzi, eat quickly, and then we'll go find the young master together." Fusheng had almost finished eating, and said with a smile.

When the two left the kitchen, Zhang Ling was practicing shooting in the backyard. There were many small holes on the round wooden board, but there were only a few holes on the red heart in the middle.

"Young Master, did you really shoot a wild boar yesterday?" Cao Shuan walked closer, his tone sounding a little excited.

"Well, is there any problem?" Zhang Ling asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, I just think it's incredible. I didn't expect this crossbow to be so powerful."

"Yes, the wild boar has thick skin and flesh, and it is difficult to kill it even with a bow and arrow."

The two of them had different expressions and spoke.

"It was just luck. The wild boar was almost rushing towards us. The distance was so close, and I shot all the crossbow arrows in one breath. Otherwise, it would not be so easy to kill it." Zhang Ling spread his hands and explained.

"Young Master, since this repeating crossbow is so powerful, why don't we make a few more?" Fusheng's face was full of excitement, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you. It would be better to equip all the young and strong people in our family with a knife, so that we can deal with it in case anything happens." Zhang Ling nodded in agreement.

"But wouldn't it be taboo to make weapons privately? What if the government finds out..." Cao Shuan on the side seemed to think that it was okay, and said in a low voice.

"It's okay. Whether we make one or ten, we just need to keep them away and not let outsiders know about it. We won't show off with them anyway. We just keep them just in case." Zhang Ling waved his hand, indicating that he was worrying too much.

"Okay, then I'll listen to the young master." Fusheng said with a smile, and he and Cao Shuan left quickly.

In the next few days, Zhang Ling had nothing to do. Every day he either wrote, drew, or read in the room, or asked Cao Shuan and Fusheng to make some small things.

From daggers and long knives to toothpicks and ear picks, he even used his free time to rip off the mare at home.

One morning when Zhang Ling got up, he made his gums bleed with a willow branch, so he took a wooden comb to comb the hair of the horse at home. After plucking the hair, he felt like he had found a treasure, and ran to ask Cao Shuan to make him a few toothbrushes.

Toilet paper for wiping buttocks was simply insane to him. Every time he went to the toilet, he secretly used writing paper. However, the paper of the Great Yi Dynasty was not only rough, but also occasionally mixed with burrs. The feeling was unbearable for him. Although the best paper was softer, the price of three sheets of one tael of silver made him feel a little distressed.

So Zhang Ling called in the idle people such as Da Niu, and found some leftover scraps and sawdust from Cao Shuan, and also found some bamboo, wheat straw, rice straw, etc. First, they crushed them with a threshing stone roller, then poured them into a stone mortar and pounded them into powder, then mixed them with water and made into paper pulp, which was then formed with the purchased paper net, dried and cut into suitable sizes. Thus, the first toilet paper of the Dayi Dynasty was born.

He also taught the maids step by step how to make him a few pairs of socks, a pair of gloves, two pairs of underwear, and three towels.

This was nothing. What was even more hateful was that he instigated the shy Xiaoqing to embroider a Pikachu and a Squirtle on her underwear according to the patterns he drew. For this, Zhang's mother scolded him severely.

There are other similar things like plucking chicken feathers to make dusters, peeling rabbit skins to make coats, using lard and wood ash to make soap, etc. In short, although the things he made were good, everyone always felt that he was not doing his job properly.

Almost a week passed like this, and just when Zhang Ling had made a mess in his yard, the lame man finally arrived.

"Xiao Ling, the bricks in the kiln will be ready soon!" The lame man seemed extremely excited, but he was a little confused when he saw the rabbit fur coat and scarf on Zhang Ling.

"Really? When will the bricks be produced?" Zhang Ling couldn't help but be surprised when he heard it.

"It will be done today, in another hour or two. Everyone is drawing water from the stream, and when the time comes, we will use the water to cool the bricks directly." The lame man rubbed his hands and said with a smile.

"That's great, Uncle Lame. I'll go change my clothes first and then we'll go take a look together." After Zhang Ling finished speaking, he took off his scarf and coat, went back to his room to change his clothes, and hurried out with the other party.

After only a few days of absence, the brick kiln in the northwest of the village has changed. The weeds on the ground have been almost completely removed, and the nearby sand and gravel are no longer visible. On the flat open space, bricks are neatly stacked in rows.

When the villagers saw him coming, they stopped what they were doing and greeted him with a smile.

Zhang Ling responded to everyone as he walked. Seeing their enthusiastic looks, Zhang Ling felt very happy.

The wages of the workers in the brick kiln were temporarily paid on a daily basis. The strong laborers worked the hardest and earned ten cents a day; the women did more work, mostly carrying soil and mixing mud, and earned eight cents a day; the rest, the old, weak, sick and disabled, were responsible for miscellaneous work, and also earned three to five cents a day.

Although everyone works hard, the wages are higher than other places. Moreover, this place is close to home and a lunch is provided every day.

Compared to the days before when they could only stay at home when they had nothing to do except farming and digging wild vegetables, all the villagers felt that life seemed to have hope, so they worked very hard without being reminded by others.

Zhang Ling walked around the brick kiln, and the elder of the Yang clan seemed to have heard the news and came over tremblingly. After the few people met, they chatted for a while and waited for the bricks to be produced together.

Not long after, the lame man felt that the time was about right, so he called some villagers to open several kiln wells on the top of the brick kiln.

Zhang Ling had never seen brick making before, so he was a little curious and wanted to stick his head over to take a look.

"Xiao Ling, don't go over there." Seeing this, the lame man suddenly shouted and pulled him back from the kiln.